When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb long poem

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It was a street
of ecstasy walked through by me
whispering to others
the oldest tales of body and lust
every room of mine
swinging from green
to red as the
confessions of sperm counts
splashed the stories
over the murals
in the caves of patriarchs.
a blind old man
with a handicapped boy
passes along my abandoned
night street with a bright torch light
whose flames danced
on the wrecked buildings
of shameful, betrayed night parties.
My body was dumped with the
Dark signs of kisses and
Footprints of whores
As they crossed the
Church gate of my repentance.


A wind from
west came and danced
around me
angels of love
playing violin
under the
shade of mango trees!
suddenly a group
of honeybees
started arriving
from the
kingdom of
holy nectar
as bliss.

At the eastern
part of the garden
a fig tree
sheds a single
slowly on
the statue
of Buddha,

Monologue of a tomb

“Rose, oh pure contradiction, delight
of being no one’s sleep under so
many lids.” Epitaph of Rainer Maria Rilke

Monologue of a tomb is nothing but an echo of the dead who are alive in his dreams that were buried by the bodily destiny of five elements and its transit into the dust of eternity. It was even in the form of music and danced with the forms of stars which ran away from their Milky Way family to the taverns of nomads and acrobats of joy. The pale eternal skeleton of love and desires glittered from its phosphorous rays to express the lunar past of flesh, lonely garden of joy and agony.

The monologue goes as:
“I am the eternal love of wine,
I am you. Every spring has the
seeds of its burning summer”

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I am a poet, writing both in Malayalam and English. “For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been given to us, the ultimate, the final problem and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke,
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